Penitence
Penance
A thousand souls queue
outside his confessional while
he scans the cards of sins.
How many
Hail Marys, Our Fathers,
rosaries will be
dealt today?
Wisely dispensed devotions
from behind the brown curtain,
the shadow grid,
will part God’s pearly gates
for a penitent multitude.
I’m at the back of the line
and worry I’ll not make it
to the booth in time.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 21, 2012
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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